Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
I could feel the growl roll through him, and the back tire was suddenly skidding as he rammed on the brakes and pulled off the road, turning onto what really wasn’t even a path but a worn area where animals probably passed.
His motorcycle jostled over the uneven terrain as he wound us deeper through the trees. He came to a stop in a clearing.
A grassy knoll dotted with wildflowers.
Trees hedged it on all sides, and moonlight poured down through the opening.
Cash shut off the engine, the man a hurricane as he shifted so he could curl an arm around my waist. He had me pulled around to the front of him in a flash.
Big hands pushed my dress up around my waist, and he gripped hold of my lace underwear and tore it free.
I gasped.
“Cash.”
Shocked.
So turned on I couldn’t see.
“I won’t let anyone get to you. I won’t. You’re mine. He can’t have you.”
Cash mumbled it in his delirium. As if his own fear had left him crazed.
“I’m yours. I’m yours.” My words were just as hysterical as I frantically tugged at the button of his jeans.
“Fuck me, look at you. The moon raining around you. A goddess. A dream. My wife. Still can’t believe it’s true. Never letting you go.”
I gasped in relief when I got his button open, then I yanked down the zipper.
He barely could push them down his hips since he was straddling the bike, but I managed to free him.
His penis enormous and jutting from his jeans.
As hard and angry as the rest of him.
“Need to be inside you. Right now.”
He gripped himself, lining up with my center, the fat tip of him engorged and pressing at my lips, before he took me by the waist and slammed me down on his dick.
A shout ripped out of me at the divine intrusion. The man filling me to the point of pain.
Perfect, agonized bliss.
“Oh God. Cash.” I scratched at the fabric of his tee, sure I had to be drawing blood underneath.
“This perfect cunt. So fuckin’ tight I think I might die.”
Cash fisted a hand in my hair and yanked me down to meet his mouth in a crushing kiss.
Every movement between us was wild.
Feral.
Pure desperation.
He guided me up and down on his erection.
Hard, vicious strokes that knocked the breath from my lungs.
I’d learned this week that Cash liked it hard.
Wanted it rough.
I was honestly surprised that’s the way I wanted it, too.
He found the snap at the neckline of my dress. Freed it and yanked the dress down to expose my breasts.
“This skin. Need to feel it pressed against me. Need to feel this heart beating against mine. Just need you.” He rumbled the words into my mouth as he kneaded and plucked at a nipple.
I gasped and moaned as I rode him wild and reckless.
Rising up and sinking back down as I clawed at his shoulders.
He kissed down the front of my neck, peppering kisses over my chest until he was drawing a nipple into his mouth. He bit down, and I cried out.
Sparks of pleasure lighting up all around me.
I ground and rolled over him.
Bouncing harder and faster with each thrust.
His hands roamed and explored, driving me faster.
He gripped me by the ass, spreading me wider.
Deeper.
Deeper.
“You feel that, Daisy? Way I was meant to ruin you? Mark you? Claim you? No one…no one gets to have this body again but me.”
I couldn’t take it.
I was moaning and crying and whimpering as I fully let go.
“You. Only you,” I mumbled into the mayhem.
I yelped when he suddenly stood with me and swung off the bike.
He shuffled me around so I faced the side of the seat.
A dark storm behind me as he ordered, “Bend over my bike, baby. I want to see this delicious ass kissed in the moonlight.”
I did, my heels sinking into the dirt as I clung to the leather.
He drove back in.
So deep I yelped.
The sound of our bodies joining echoed through the meadow.
The sound of my pants and the reverberation of the growls that erupted from his throat.
He spread me wider, and a surprised gasp whipped out of me when he spit in my cleft.
He swirled his thumb through it before he began to press it into my ass.
A fuzzy ecstasy buzzed at the fringes of my being.
I gasped and rocked at the foreign penetration. At the feeling of him everywhere.
A dark, decadent feeling sweeping over me.
Something that felt like too much and not nearly enough.
“Cash,” I begged.
“I know what you need, Little Wallflower. I see you. I fuckin’ see you.”
He reached out with his other hand and rolled his fingers over my clit.
“There’s no one here to hear you. Let it go. Show me what I do to you.”
He picked up a brutal rhythm. Fucking me hard and deep, his thumb stroking in time, his fingers making me feel like I was going to take flight.